Early but

Monday, 8 May 2017 10:28 pm
apollymi: Steve & Danny hugging, text reads "Stop breaking my fucking heart" (H50**Steve/Danny: Stop breaking my ❤)
It's like super early for going to bed, but I'm so freaking tired that bed is not far away. I'm not sure that I'm going to hit 1000 words today, even with the words I have handwritten, but I guess that might be okay. It's not a hill I want to die on today, if nothing else. So I'm going to type this up, type up what I handwrote at work today, and then go the fuck to bed.

I'm a little frustrated with all the things I'm working on, actually. I have a list of complaints, even. Wicked Ones was easier to work on before the characters made up and started getting along. Damning the Devil is at a full stop, to the point it's being plundered for ideas for other stories. Memento Mori is fighting me hard, but it's not ready for a scene change yet. Lev7 is pretty much at a standstill, because while we might have the entire first job mostly sketched out, it's very rough and I'm not sure how to get from where we are to where we need to be. Monstrous: After Midnight is fighting me, in part because the bits I'm working on are the final battle, and I blow at fight scenes, I really do. Resurrectionist is giving me relationship fits, because I actually have developed so much love for the Goody/Faraday pairing at the beginning that I'm sorta "meh" on it ever turning OT4 at the end... though the threesome that will end up ensuing later on still makes my fucking day so much.

And even though I'm the one proposing a "Aces High" challenge -- a writing challenge to come up with Mag7 fanfic where at least one of the characters is asexual -- I have no ideas whatsoever on it. I'm not even working with [personal profile] katsuko on the one she's writing.

I feel like I'm being left in the dust by everyone. I kinda hate it. At the same time, though, yeah, why not. I'm no good as a Mag7 author without [personal profile] katsuko. No one reads my YGO stuff. My crossovers are a joke. And my actual novels? Clearly worthless, given the stellar lack of sales. Why am I fucking bothering? Why do I even try, you know?

What gets comments? The stories or sections of stories that [personal profile] katsuko writes. What gets kudos? The two stories that I just consulted on. What gets the most love? The story that I've barely written on and more or less just maintain the website.

Why do I bother trying to write. Why do I bother, period, full stop.

Whistling badass

Friday, 5 May 2017 11:46 pm
apollymi: Doujinshi art, Roy & Ed, no text (FMA**Roy/Ed: These quiet moments)
So, I've survived another week at New Job. I'm tired. I'm so damn exhausted, truth be told, but I've made it another week.

I'm getting a little closer to being official at GSU. What I do have: an ADP account for time management (and HR), an email address, a computer login, and a Panther campus ID card. What I don't have yet: keys, an ADP login card for doing my own clock-ins and clock-outs, and a few other things. I'm not sure I feel like a full-fledged employee just yet.

[personal profile] katsuko and I did go to see Guardians of the Galaxy, Volume 2 today. It was very good. I'm not saying too much more, because... spoilers. But Yondu is a whistling badass, and I adore him. I want to pick up Baby Groot and freaking cuddle him. There are indeed 5 after credit scenes. Kurt Russell chews on the damn scenery every chance he gets. There are plenty of Easter eggs in the credits. I would like to reiterate that I love Peter Quill and I want to see much, much more of him; I cannot wait for The Avengers: Infinity War to come out.

I like what I love most about the Guardians of the Galaxy movies is that they feel very self-contained. It doesn't feel like each movie is setting up the next in the franchise constantly. Like how all the Phase One individual movies set up The Avengers and how The Avengers: Age of Ultron sets up Thor: Ragnarok and how Captain America: Civil War sets up Spiderman: Homecoming... and so on and so forth. No, the Guardians of the Galaxy movies are self-contained and, for the most part, never even venture to Earth/Terra.

And yeah, that's all I've got to say on the matter. I need to get [personal profile] katsuko into a bed, because she has an early shift in the morning.

So.... later, all.

Something

Thursday, 4 May 2017 11:01 pm
apollymi: Kaiba looking determined, text reads "Where angels fear to tread" (YGO**Kaiba: Where angels fear to tread)
One of these nights I'm actually going to have something worthwhile to say here, instead of always bitching about sleep and how tired I am and all that shit.

I did manage to write some today. It was on Wicked Ones and Resurrectionist, a little bit on each one, probably less than 400 words in total. But I'm trying. I'm working on getting words. They are happening; they're just happening slowly. But whatever works, right? As long as the words occur, that's what matters, yes?

I don't think I'm going to get a thousand words today. I'll be doing good to break 700 in total, I'm thinking.

And I won't get too many words done tomorrow either. I'm finally in the computer system at New Job, so tomorrow I have to go get my picture ID and my keys. I'll also be getting an email address set up tomorrow too.

...Plus... Movie. Tomorrow is the day that [personal profile] katsuko and I are going to see Guardians of the Galaxy, Volume 2. I'm seriously excited. You can't tell it, but I am.

Anyway, that's about it. Later.

So tired

Wednesday, 3 May 2017 10:48 pm
apollymi: Bakura and Kaiba, close up on eyes, text reads "Your eyes" (YGO**Bakura/Kaiba: Your eyes)
I need to hurry up and get adjusted to this new schedule. Which means I need to get used to going to bed at a decent time. That's proving difficult, though. I've had three or so years now of going to bed ridiculously late and then getting up whenever... and probably supplementing it with naps throughout the day. I keep thinking about the fact that there is a "relaxation room" in the office suite at New Job, but I don't have keys yet to get back in the area where it's at, which does indeed put a damper on going to visit it. When I eventually get said keys, I guess I could start eating lunch at my desk and spending my lunch hour there napping or what have you. That might work... or it might get me more thrown off. I don't know. It's a moot point right now, but it's still a thought that keeps percolating through my head.

I'm so tired all the time, and most of the time that just translates into me being a bit weepy, a bit emotionally drained, and a bit null and void. Even when I do sleep, I can't say I've really dreamed anything for a bit. There just isn't enough in me, I suppose.

Sleeping on my side and all has my left shoulder acting all fucking up again. I've been sleeping on my left side because I tend to get less nauseous in the night that way, but it doesn't look like that's going to work. I try to sleep on my back, but I really can't, not when I don't have Jimi to lay between my knees, not when Roo wants to lay on my chest. It's more the former than the latter, though: I can't sleep on my back without Jimi between my knees.

And now I can't breathe.

I don't think I have anything else I can say, other than some vague reports on writing. I did a little on Wicked Ones Chapter Nineteen, and I did some more on Resurrectionist's chapter "Bite". I don't think I managed 1000 words today, but honestly, I don't care.

Goodnight.

So tired

Thursday, 27 April 2017 11:01 pm
apollymi: Ryou holding Thief King Bakura, text reads "Our Farewell" (YGO**Bakura/Ryou: Our Farewell)
I would love to go through my journal and see if this is the subject line that is used the most often. Because, honestly, unless I sleep a good ten or so hours, I'm always tired. And Roo doesn't believe in mommies sleeping that long. It cuts into his quality first breakfast time.

We were talking about pets at New Job today, and I just barely held it together. I kept having to correct myself from saying "I have three cats", and it just wrecked me. It just fucking wrecked me.

Mum sent me a video from Jellybean. She knew I was very sad about Jimi and made me a card and wants to come visit me.

Still don't seem right: me drawing breath when Jimi isn't. Seems like I should fix this. It keeps feeling like I should fix this. I keep on not fixing it.

And yeah, that's all I've fucking got in me. That's all I've fucking got.

Numb

Thursday, 20 April 2017 11:14 pm
apollymi: Faraday and Vasquez fighting back to back, no text (Mag7**Vasquez/Faraday: Back to back)
I'm not sure I've got anything in me today. I'm still feeling incredibly withdrawn from my body and from my mind. All I've wanted to do for days now is just find a vaguely horizontal surface and just collapse on it.

I'm still having to make myself eat. It's actually really hard. Food just doesn't sound good at all, and I get nauseated at the thought of it right now. Well, at least this ought to get some of the weight off me?

Why isn't there more fanfic out there for Wynonna/Doc/Dolls in the Wynonna Earp fandom? There is a sad dearth of them. The threeway chemistry is just too strong to ignore. Dammit, I think I picked up another rare pairing.

And that's it. I've got nothing else in me. Later, all.

Sleepy

Sunday, 16 April 2017 11:09 pm
apollymi: Chococat sitting in an orange chair, no text (Sanrio**Chococat: This is my ROOM!)
Okay, this one is going to be hella short and hella quick, because I don't really have anything to say. I'm just... Yeah, I'm just not. I have a whole lot of just not going on right now, and I'm not enjoying that at all.

Today at work was... well, today at work. It was the same as it always is.

We got some of the things done today that we set out to do, but I don't think we even came close to accomplishing all of them. I don't even think we've accomplished a half or a third of them. We moved the dressers so that the apartments can do fireplace maintenance, but we haven't swept or vacuumed yet today. Maybe we'll get up early and do all that tomorrow. I'm not sure I have it in me to do it all tonight.

I did get a chapter of Wicked Ones posted to AO3. Apparently, I sent [archiveofourown.org profile] Hazel_Athena into feelings fits with this chapter, so that's a nice, I guess.

And yeah, that's about all I've got for me for today. More tomorrow when I'm hopefully feeling a bit more... me.

Honestly

Saturday, 15 April 2017 10:26 pm
apollymi: Kyle holding his head, text reads "*facepalm*" (Term**Kyle: *facepalm*)
Honestly, writing the journal entries is way harder than it needs to be right now. I'm not sure why. Maybe because it's not as enjoyable as the rest of the writing is.

Granted, right now, none of the writing is particularly enjoyable, but then, also, nothing is enjoyable right now. Saying I'm in the midst of a downswing is a major understatement. I wish I could get said downswing to go away, but it's just not working.

Jimi is peeing outside the box again, so we're back trying to get apple cider vinegar in the cats again. When we can get them to take it in, it always helps, but it's getting the cats to eat or drink it that's always the problem.

And yeah, that's about all I've got to say for myself for today. I'm going to try to finish getting my words done for Camp and #365k/365Day. Later.

done

Saturday, 1 April 2017 10:47 pm
apollymi: Black background, text reads "Rare pairings: oh hell, why the fuck not?" (Text: Rare pairings - why not?)
I'm having a bad day emotionally speaking. It's... yeah... Okay, it's bad.

Like I've put some serious thinking into pulling Wicked Ones completely offline. Like I haven't told [personal profile] katsuko no, when she's threatened to hold stories hostage and just told her that the story she was originally suggesting holding hostage wouldn't make as much of an impact as After Midnight.

Because clearly, that's the only one of the Mag7 stories that matter.

I'm just a bit... It's been a bad day. It's been a lot of bad days all in a row.

Yes, I write WO for me. It helps me work through the shit that's built up in my head. It's some of the hardest, most emotionally draining shit I've ever written. Yes, it's not the most popular story I've ever written; that dubious honor belongs solely to After Midnight.

So I don't know. I'm having one bad day after another one. I'm alternating between feeling like I'm DB the Second for our little chat group or completely incidental. Like, if I weren't seeing my things pop up on [personal profile] katsuko's computer, I'd think they weren't going through. I feel like I'm either completely overwhelming everyone or I'm not there at all. I don't know: my brain insists that I'm either a fucking overwhelming burden or completely immaterial to everything going on around me. There is no happy medium.

And that's me. I'm in a bad mental place right now, and I'm too tired to even try to dig myself back out of it.

Long day

Friday, 24 March 2017 11:30 pm
apollymi: Sherlock looking excited, text reads "This is so going on my blog" (BBCSher**Sherlock: Going on my blog)
[personal profile] katsuko and I pretty much walked in the house ten minutes ago. She took fourth cut at work, hoping to make a little bit more money, but not so much. I mean, I think she made a bit after 8:30, but not as much as she had been hoping for. If that makes sense. I don't know if it does or doesn't, because I'm very freaking tired. I've slept about two hours over the past two days, thanks to a throbbing tooth keeping me awake.

I keep posting stories to AO3, even though I'm feeling more and more unloved by the day. The ones that are getting comments are not the ones I'm working... or if I've worked on bits of them, it's everything else getting the love. It's very discouraging.

But maybe with some sleep I'll be feeling more pleased with it. I don't know.

I heard back from GSU regarding the Testing Center Admin Coordinator. I'm currently a finalist for it, pending HR, credit checks, and background checks. So... maybe?

Tomorrow is the big catering order: nearly $3000 worth of food to be delivered. I'll get a 20% commission off of it in a few weeks, but supposedly, I should also be getting tipped off of it. I should additionally be getting tipped for the delivery I have to make on Sunday too, in addition to the commission. We'll see. If I do get tipped, it would be a huge step towards getting our rent paid on time with a minimum of overdrafting [personal profile] katsuko's account.

And that's all I've got for today. Later.

Quickly

Tuesday, 21 March 2017 09:10 pm
apollymi: Sarah reading a book, text reads "can't talk reading fanfic" (Labyrinth**Sarah: Can't talk - Fanfic!)
This is going to have to be a hella fast entry, because our power keeps flickering with the storm going on outside. I don't know how much longer I'm going to have power and wifi to make this entry, so it has to be fast and now.

I think I mentioned that I emailed GSU about the Admin Coordinator job I applied for. I heard back yesterday, and they're currently verifying references. I also heard back from another job I applied for at GSU, this one in their library's Special Collections department. I would prefer the latter job, obviously. I miss my libraries. I miss my Special Collections.

But I don't want to get my hopes up. I will take either job. I will gladly take either job.

And zombie fic is coming along. It's coming along at the expense of everything else, but it is indeed coming along. And no, I haven't updated any of the places I usually post. I just have been too... something for that.

And the weather is picking back up, so I'm stopping now. Later, all.

Lazy day

Thursday, 16 March 2017 10:45 pm
apollymi: Hicks holding Ripley back, text reads "Together" (Aliens**Hicks/Ripley: Together)
I did a whole lot of nothing today. I feel vaguely more human than I did yesterday or the day before, but I also feel like I could use two or three more days of this to be in a better place mentally. I'm still working on it, and mostly it involves sleeping a lot. But I'm getting there. I'm trying.

I still have moments where I just want to go jump off a bridge. I'm not exaggerating. I want to jump off a bridge. I'm afraid of heights. But no, my brain has decided that the 400-to-85N overpass looks really fucking appealing. I drive over it once a week, and I drive under it three or four times a week. It's a constant thought. I tell myself that rush hour traffic is bad enough without a body to contend with too. Some days it even helps.

What I haven't done yet today is write. I've answered questions about writing. I've read other people's writing. But I have done very little of my own.

I need Wicked Ones to talk to me. I need to know what the hell is going on in Joshua's head, post-confrontation with Goody. I know he's working his own way to a better mental place, but he's not 100% there yet.

Damn, I wish all my friends from all my fandoms would watch this movie. I appreciate all the reviews and such I've been getting, but there are just times I want to see what [personal profile] desolate03 or [personal profile] daimeryan_rei think of some of the crap I'm writing right now. Granted, some of the stories are so AU that you almost don't need to have seen the movie. But sometimes we just flat out skip scenes that we didn't change from the movie, so that doesn't actually work.

The cut on my hand is looking a little closer to healed. I almost think the part across the meat is nearly there. It's the part that's closer to the side and the nail that is still lingering. The butterfly bandages have done a great job of keeping it from moving and all, so it is getting a chance to heal up nicely. It ain't gonna be pretty, but hopefully sooner or later, it'll be healed up.

What little I have written today has been on Monstrous: After Midnight. I'm working on the final battle in chunks and pieces. I have a whole mess of things that have to happen. I need to get through the Gatling gun, Fae-raday being shot, Jack Horne turning wendigo, blowing up the Gatling gun, and the aftermath. I don't know what [personal profile] katsuko's plans are, if she's going to try to get us to the point I'm writing, if she's going to tackle the Bogue takedown, or what's happening.

And that's enough whinging for today. I've been working on this for well over an hour now. That's longer than any journal post of any length should take.

Later, all.

I'm just so damn...

Wednesday, 15 March 2017 10:28 pm
apollymi: Black cat sitting on pumpkins, no text (Proud mom of a black cat) (Kitten: Black cat)
I'm just so damn drained. I don't think I've got a lot left in me for the rest of today.

On the one hand, I have words. On the other hand, most of them are journalling or answering questions about fics. Probably about 500 to 700 are from writing. That's... all right, I guess. I'm just not in a good place mentally speaking.

Which is sort of the understatement of the decade.

Vaguely annoyed

Tuesday, 14 March 2017 10:07 pm
apollymi: Stitch lying on the beach with a lei, text reads "I like fluffy" (L&S**Stitch: I like fluffy)
I'm vaguely annoyed. Just vaguely, though, because Roo is a very sweet kitty man who just wants to help with all the things. Unfortunately his idea of helping is to walk all over the keyboard and constantly bring up the spotlight search tool on OSX. I don't even know how he does it, because it requires pressing both Command and the space key at the same time. Yes, they are right next to one another, but his feet aren't that big.

I have a conundrum, and I'm wondering if anyone else has an answer to it. How do you cut off Skype notifications when you are on a phone call? I got a phone call today while I was at IKEA. My little Skype group was going nuts. I had the app itself cut off during the phone call, but I was still getting notifications for every single message that comes through. I don't want to cut off all notifications, not completely, but I don't want to get them while I'm on a phone call. Can it be done? Or is this something I need to contact Skype support and request be added as a feature? (Because it seems like it should be common sense, IMO.)

And Roo is back in my lap again. However, this time I have thwarted him, because I went back to my bedroom and got my laptop stand. My laptop is no longer on top of my lap but rather is on the free-standing tray, and Roo cannot type. He seems to feel quite gypped about the whole thing.

Also, okay, it's halfway through March, and my area is now getting snow flurries. Snow flurries. In March. In Georgia. What the actual fuck? I don't like this.

I've been working on two parts for Monstrous: After Midnight... and they're both skip forwards. In other words, I'm working on the final battle when the story itself is still in the montage of preparations. I feel vaguely like I just need to get this shit done and over with. Everything. Nothing feels good with writing right now.

Nothing feels good with writing right now. That's a terrible thought to have. Writing is one of the few things I still enjoy doing, and this damn depression is starting to sink into it as well.

But I'm going to keep on trying to make things happen. That's all I can do, right?

So I'm going to go do that: make things happen.

So, yeah

Sunday, 12 March 2017 10:51 pm
apollymi: Pissed off Vasquez, no text (Mag7**Vasquez: Angry)
I got not a lot to say for myself today. I'm cramping like a motherfucker, but that only started this evening.

We got up this morning with the fullest of intentions of going to Urgent Care and getting my stitches taken out. When we got there, though, it was all "everyone should have been telling you that you can't have them removed here without having to pay extra, because your insurance doesn't cover doing that here". If I did it like the previous two doctors had told me to do, it would have been at least another $65 to $80, on top of the copay for the visit itself. We had to put change into dollars to put in the bank to get up the $20 copay, so there was no way we could do $100.

Got home and I text Mum to let her know what was going on. To say she was pissed would be an understatement. She immediately started texting Jesse and coordinating and shit. And then she started texting us everything we would need to take out my stitches ourselves. And we did. I cut, and [personal profile] katsuko removed. It took us all of 10 minutes, and most of that was because I couldn't get the scissors under the last stitch.

I still feel like I'm being held together with spit and a prayer, but that's more on an emotion level. The hand might be painful and less than perfect, but it's in decent enough shape. So long as I don't overdo anything, I should actually even be okay.

A lot of that "spit and a prayer" feeling comes from work. I'm just so... about it all. If I had another job lined up, I would quit in a heartbeat. Half a heartbeat. But I don't. And I can't seem to snag one. And it's making me crazy. Crazier. Something.

And yeah, that's about it. I did my own damn surgery today, even if it was fairly minor. I damn near lost my mind at work. I'm taking Thursday off so that I don't have to work with Josh's bitch ass two days in a row. So I will be away from the job from Tuesday afternoon through until Friday morning's catering. So maybe I'll be in a mental place where I can handle work again soon. Hopefully. Maybe.

And that is definitely it. Later, all.

Lazy

Saturday, 11 March 2017 11:01 pm
apollymi: Ninth Doctor, text reads "Oh, look who just graduated from idiot school" (DW**9th Doctor: Idiot school)
I have had a lazy, lazy day. And I'm happy with this. I hung out with the kitties, I read for a bit, and I watched Primeval with [personal profile] katsuko off and on throughout the day. It's a nice change from everything else we've been watching, but it does mean that we haven't accomplished much for the day.

We've mostly stared at Tumblr and Scrivener and tried to make things happen, but that hasn't work. We've also joined a Skype group of some of the other Magnificent Seven writers. Not all that many of them, but some of them are ones I've enjoyed. But so far they've all be so nice. That's a good thing.

Roo has finally managed to happy drool on the trackpad so much that it's not working. Thankfully, I do still have the wireless mouse, but I don't like having to use it. It's not my favorite thing to deal with. It's better than nothing or trying to figure out keyboard shortcuts, though, so I'm doing it.

And yeah, that's about all I've got for today. I'm still tired and just... detached. I'm going to sit on my couch, and I'm going to eat some damn jellybeans. That's going to be about it.

Later, all.

Something

Friday, 10 March 2017 11:07 pm
apollymi: Kyo and Yuya with Kyo's sword, black background, no text (SDK**Kyo/Yuya: Still of the night)
It's been a long, long shitty day. I have a whole lot of not wanting to go back to Mirko Pasta ever again. I know I'll have to, of course, because I need the fucking money, but I seriously don't want to. I want to just... sleep. That's it.

I just want to sleep.

I'm just so damn tired of... everything. What's getting me through: reviews, friendly folks on the various websites, and [personal profile] katsuko and the kitties.

I'm just so damn tired.

Busy ass day

Monday, 6 March 2017 11:58 pm
apollymi: Lina, falm palming, giant sweat drop, no text (Slay**Lina: Fuckwittery (Facepalm))
I'm not even sure what to say for today.

I can safely state that my hand hurts worse today than it did yesterday, so obviously the lidocaine wore off quite thoroughly. We've been doing a bit of an emergency spot clean of the house, so it's definitely throbbing now.

[personal profile] katsuko and I could both swear that, when we moved into these apartments back in January 2016, we paid the $600 pet fee, spread between a few months. We got a notice on the door saying "You have pets and they aren't on your lease - fix this now". As well as one saying to clean the damn house, which we did. Oh god, how we've did. I hurt in all new ways than I was already hurting before. I'm actually waiting on the pain to die down a bit so that I can go to bed.

But I can't find any information with that kind of stuff on it, saying we paid or discussed it with her or writing. Looking back over the lease from last year, they put us down as having no pets, even though we provided information saying we do. So, I guess it'll be our word against theirs, and I imagine ours will lose, since it's apparently our verbal discussion versus their written information.

On a happier note, I did get everything up to date on [community profile] eternal_sailorm and DarkMagick.net, at least as far as The Magnificent Seven stories go. I also updated the Mag7 recommendations page too. So... productive, yes?

And I'm really out of things to talk about already. We need to be going to bed, so that we can get up and get interview/work ready in the morning ahead of [personal profile] katsuko's 7:00 a.m. shift, but all the cleaning we've done today means we're not tired. Sore? Yes. Hurting? Oh definitely. Shaky? Sadly so. But tired? Not even a little.

Something

Friday, 24 February 2017 11:45 pm
apollymi: Hicks training Ripley w/weapons, Ripley looking over shoulder at him, text reads "You started this. Show me everything" (Aliens**Hicks/Ripley: Show me everything)
I'm not too sure how man words I have in me today. I'm tired... but what else is new? It seems like I'm always tired.

I did a phone interview today with Georgia State University in the Academic Testing department. Were I to get the job, it would mostly be overseeing testing to make certain that no one cheats, or at least that's what it sounds like from the description. I also went ahead and applied for two more jobs at GSU while I was on the site. It seemed like a good idea at the time. We'll see if anything comes of any of it, yeah?

I'm not exactly holding my breath here. After all, I've lost count how many applications and interviews I've done since I moved to Atlanta in 2013. It has to be over 1,100 applications and 25 interviews, though. I'm starting to think I'm going to be stuck at the restaurant until the day I die... because it's going to kill me.

I'm working on getting the next bit of Wicked Ones posted. I'm also trying to persuade that particular Joshua to let me finish the scene we're in, but he's not in the mood to cooperate. Whatever happened to my talkative Mean Joshua who gave me so many words over November, December, and January? Where did he go? Is it because I bragged on my philosophy of "shut up and let the Mean Faraday talk"? Because if so, not cool, man. I need words. I need all the words.

Gods, I could just fall sleep right where I'm sitting: scrunched up in a corner of the couch in [personal profile] katsuko's room, heading lolling to one side, kitty tucked up to my side. Roo has been a wonderful helper today, after all. It's been a very good thing. I wish he could go do the hosting at Mirko for me sometimes, but I'll take the rest of the help I get from him. Right now it's the "holding the couch down so it doesn't float away" kind of help, which is very, very important, you know.

What I need to be doing when the gay cowboys aren't talking to me is working on the rewrite of Color of Life. Instead, I'm just sort of sitting here, staring at my Tumblr like it's going to do a trick. To be fair, it might. You never really know with Tumblr.

Anyway, I should be writing, but since I'm drifting off and having a very hard time typing without typos, I'm thinking I'm going to call it a night.

Later, all.

Happy birthday to me

Wednesday, 22 February 2017 10:43 pm
apollymi: Bakura looking smug, text reads "Lead me into temptation" (YGO**Bakura: Lead me INTO temptation)
It's been... a day. I guess that's the best way to put it. It's been a day.

Roo woke me up around 7:30 this morning when he decided boobs would be the best place to sleep in comfort. He also woke [personal profile] katsuko up at around 8:30 this morning when he decided to hock up a hairball... mostly on the electronic, but also on me. I ended up have to quickly cut off the power to one surge protector and unplug it, because that's where he managed to hit.

We lazed about the house for a bit before going to lunch at Macaroni Grill. Yes, I know: I work at an Italian restaurant, but I still decided to go out to eat at an Italian restaurant for my birthday. Mac Grill has had a special place for me ever since I first discovered it in Tallahassee. I won't say that I'd eat there every day, but we did used to do it once a week back then. Not so much now, of course, but that's a different story. After lunch, we killed some time in the North Point Mall and had some hot tea, until we felt we had digested enough to go get cupcakes.

We were going to go to Panera and try to write next, but I got a phone call from GPLS right as we were leaving CamiCakes. I didn't get the job, of course: it once again came down to one other person and me, and she had more recent admin experience. So that's another job down the toilet. They did say that they might be having a different position coming open, possibly in a few months, that I might be qualified for. Whole lot of not certainty in that sentence, huh?

So, yeah, we went to Panera, but there wasn't enough in for me for writing. Hell, there's not really enough in me now for it. I'm still going to try, mind you, if the boys are willing to cooperate.

And I made a Jellybean gif on Tumblr... because the world needs to know the cuteness that is my Jellybean, my Ava.

We ended up driving up to Dawsonville and returned a bag I bought at the Vera Bradley outlet last week. Or rather, we exchanged it, because I got one that was just a wee bit bigger but in the same pattern. We walked around a while there and then came home... with [personal profile] desolate03 chatting with us on the phone pretty much all the way home, which was nice. We don't get to talk to our T-Kitty often enough anymore.

So we didn't do as much -- or spend as much money -- as we did for [personal profile] katsuko's birthday, but that's probably not a bad thing, since rent is coming up due real soon.

And I'm out of things to say. I hope tomorrow will be better for writing, because right now, I'm just not feel much of anything good.

Later, all.